Yes, That Is A Banana, And I'm Happy To Be Here

As I've noted in the past on this site, I've long viewed public transportation as a cheap feel paradise. For a mere buck twenty-five, Boston's subway line offers ordinary jerks like me the chance to get packed against pretty businesswomen in their tight blouses and big, round-ass skirts.

Typically, if I'm sitting down, I offer up my seat to a lass or old timer. But today, my foot hurt like all hell, so I settled in for the long haul, hoping some BU chick would plant her ass in front of my face for the ride. Instead, I see get this laborer-type guy, hardhat and all, who's standing over me reading the Herald. And he's one of those guys who has mastered the fine art of standing up without holding on to anything, simply pressing himself against the seat railing to stay up.

Then I notice a businesswoman -- cute, probably in her mid 40s -- putting her hand on the same railing that said laborer is using. Ostensibly, she's just looking for a place to anchor herself. But to clever perverts like myself, it really seemed like she was gunning for a cheap feel, seeing as how the guy was basically pressing his package against the railing to stay upright. As I sit there, trying not to notice, she seemed to be edging her hand closer, as if hoping the guy would rub against her knuckles at a sharp turn. And, yeah, I know the trick because I use it myself, trying to get justcloseenough to some hottie in the chance that her ass meets my crotch/arm/face during a close stop.

So, yeah. Women going for the cheap feel as well. Fucking awesome!